Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Can,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.